I woke up this morning to the sound of my dad typing. He wakes up at about 4:30 every morning and does his morning-time thing. I’m not sure what all that entails, perhaps exercise and chores around the house, but I know for sure that part of it is typing.

I moved into the living room, tuned it out and fell back asleep. Next thing I remember the house is empty except for my mom. She’s in the last few minutes before she leaves for work. All of a sudden the doorbell rings. Mom’s in the back room doing who knows what so I know she’s not going to answer it, and for some reason get the feeling that it’s the mail man coming to the house to deliver my piano tuner.

Even as I was walking to the door I told myself I was dumb and the mail man never comes by here this early.

I looked through the peep hole and it was some guy standing there. Couldn’t tell much, but he didn’t look like a salesman. I was about to walk away and leave him standing there but I thought, “you walked all the way over here. Might as well figure out what he wants”. He knocked on the door. I opened it.

I think it was the next door neighbor. He wanted a glass full of milk to give to his kids for breakfast. I gave it to him.

I hate being woken up in the morning, but right then I felt really good. It’s going to be a good day.

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